The raggity aggity
fence and gate
Blown by the wind
and far from straight
Higgledee piggledee
up into
The forest trees
of every hue
their yellow brown scales
A delicacy
that never fails
Over the hills
and far away
To a land
that is just called

Written in the ashridge forest
Looking at an old house with a run down fence

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